Forward,forward, back, back, back
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I've fallen and I can't get up and I'm slipping through the cracks
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I'm in a crisis and I can't afford the prices
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No means to feed my family, never mind the nices
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No escape, no pleasure
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I really can't seem to get my shit together
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Can't protect my children from the weather
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Me and my baby skin grows the toughest leather
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[CHORUS X2]
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Where do they go?
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When it rains
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Where do they go?
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When it snows
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Where do they go?
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When the cold winds blow
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Where do they go?
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When we are warm behind closed doors
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The children cry themselves to sleep
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Another night with no food to eat
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Tear soaked pillow is a step of concrete
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It's enough to drive me to rob steal kill or cheat
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You may ask how can you live this rigid life
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No means to feed or house your babies and your wife
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As I will, I sunk to depths you can't fathom
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My lifes a blunder, it's no wonder why you can't imagine
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[CHORUS X2]
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[REGGAE BREAKDOWN]
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Dem a go back down, dem a go way out
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Back to this real world we live in
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Dem a too far down, dem a too far out
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For the real concern we're givin'
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Dem all rob and steal, shoot up and kill
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Is the common misconception
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We all justify, we all ease our minds
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With these deceptions
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Now if life was a thing that money coulda buy
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Then the rich man would make war and the poor man would fight
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The rich mother would pity while the poor mother would cry
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While the rich make excuses and the poor people die
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Type a thing make I wanna go run and hide
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Back to me condo over off of Rodeo Dr.
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Grab a beer, try to remember a verse from the Bible
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Put on me Tivo and see who's off American Idol
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[CHORUS X2]
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Behind Closed Doors
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| Fishbone |
